Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
He looks like something out of a fucking fairytale, all nonchalantly leaning on a fence and brushing his unicorn, the most handsome man she has ever seen every time she looks. It tears her apart all over again to know what she will do to him, how thoroughly this latest blow will hurt. To hold that power like a hammer waiting to strike him down- well.At least she can protect him for a little while more.
Wrestling a smile to her face, Amalia stops before the deck and glances at her feet. "Ah- just a cut. I should really start wearing shoes." The million things she needs to tell him whirl in her mind, and yet she finds herself saying nothing as she takes another step up towards him, searching for the familiar safety of his eyes. "What about you?"
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
